Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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I think I am the only Ruidoson that does not wish or pray for snow .

The white “gold” is a must for the local economy.  Don’t misunderstand me, I am all for bringing the money in to our merchants during the winter months; this will allow them to fiscally survive until spring and summer when the GOOD weather starts.  I just don’t want it to snow.

I have not always been anti-snow; its just that this is the first winter without my beloved by my side.  He was the one who did the driving, the snow shoveling, the salting of the icy steps, etc.  So I find myself trying to do all these things, and succeeding in some and miserably failing in others.

I can shovel snow pretty well, and salting all the icy spots is a piece of cake.  Driving in the snow, however, is the most challenging of challenges.  Let me tell you a little story that happened during the last snow storm.  I had just gotten back from one of my trips to see my children, and the refrigerator was quite empty.  It snowed during the night and most of the following morning, but by noon the sun was out and was melting  the white blanket from the street leading up to my house.

One of my neighbors had made their way down, so I figured I could too.  I did fine, sailed down the hill, and went to the nearest market.  No problem.  However, the return was something else.  I could not get back up to my house.  The car kept stopping and sliding back down the hill.  I would go back down as far as possible, gun the motor, race up the hill and my faithful chariot would stall and slide on the ice.  Going back and forth took some time, and two of my downhill neighbors came out to help.  They pushed and pushed, and soon they  were joined by my son.  The car said “no deal, I ain’t going up”.

I finally gave up, got out of my vehicle, and trudged up to my house.  I was dead tired, and decided to leave the rest of the job to my son.  I changed my clothes, and looked out the window, and saw my chariot coming up in reverse!  My son decided that was the best way to get up the hill, and he was right.

On the drive back to his house, he informed me the plows were on their way.  I had called them, and they said all the plows were out at all the busy streets, and it would be some time before they made their way to my” seldom driven by anyone but me cul-de-sac”.  I gave them the sad story of being recently widowed with no one at home to help me, and unable to get out of my house; my voice even broke while speaking.  I think they took pity on me and came out as soon as possible.  For that I was eternally grateful, and thanked them profusely.

Needless to say, I don’t even try getting out of the house during, or after a storm.  I wait until I can see the black asphalt of the street, with no ice or snow whatsoever before I venture out.

I love to see the snowy scenes of white pristine beauty.  Its the aftermath that I hate.

Hasta la Vista


While visiting my children in Dallas, I was witness to a display by Mother Nature, the likes of which I had not seen.  It was a storm that brought tornado warnings and sirens wailing.

We were out on some errands, and had not been watching television, or listening to the radio.  We saw storm clouds gathering, and were thanking the heavens for rain to come.

Before our very eyes, the skies turned into menacing black swirling entities, and the winds started.  Our cell phone rang, the family urging us to return home, and announcing the tornado warnings.  Needless to say, we jumped in our vehicle, and got back as soon as possible, which in Dallas time, meant at least a half hour to forty five minutes.

The television was blaring, showing the red masses which signified the storm, and Dallas County was right in its path.  That night we saw marble size hail, winds up to 90 miles per hour, and sheets of rain which seemed never ending.

My children are used to this, they have experienced it many times before, but to me, it was something entirely new, and so foreign to my mountain dwelling.  My son is fascinated by these tantrums of nature, and was outside viewing everything, and was happiest in this element.  I hovered in the house, thinking of going into the nearest closet, or bathroom, as suggested by the media.

It seemed a lifetime, but the rain and wind abated somewhat, but continued into the night.

I was scheduled to depart the next day, but because of the lingering lightning and rain, most flights were delayed for hours, if not permanently canceled.  I prudently decided not to leave until the following day.  Even then, the airport was crowded and people scurried about, checking on flights.  A man I talked to had been at the airport for five hours, and did not know when his plane would take off.  My flight was only delayed forty five minutes, for which I was thankful.

Landing in El Paso, I was back to the dry desert heat, and driving to Ruidoso, I savored the green cool pines that surround my abode.  I was never happier to arrive home.

Certainly, you cannot fool around with Mother Nature, especially when she’s having a bad day.

Hasta la Vista